Chicken had a toy that Ladybug wanted.
"I want it I want it! Give it to me! I'm a girl!"
Chicken and I exchanged glances--oh really?
"Knock it off, Ladybug--you don't have any feminine wiles!" Chicken retorted, rolling her eyes. She pronounced it 'willies'--you know, to be cute?
Neither of us were prepared for the Cave Troll to hear her and to pipe up, "I've got a feminine willy! I do I do I do!"
And yet another one, added just now:
We're watching the Incredible Hulk, and the bad Hulk, the one without pants is about to kill our favorite green freaky-muscle-creature, and Chicken speaks up. "Mom--that bad one--he doesn't have any gomads."
Blink. "Any what?"
"Gomads... you know...'Gomads'... guy things?"
Blink. "I think they're pronounced 'gonads'--but, you know, go-mad is kind of appropriate."
"Whatever. He doesn't have any."
Me, looking intently at a cgi monster for marriage tackle: "You know... I think you're right... well, I guess steroids will do that to you."